(Music by Shania Twain.)
I met a few guys at,
The local mart,
Thought they had Pok�mon,
Down to an art,
Thought they where geniuses,
Thought they where pretty cool,
Just a regular bunch,
Of know it alls.
Ooh-wooh you think your special?
Ooh-wooh you think something else?
So you've got a Pok�dex,
That don't impress me much,
So they learnt the moves,
But have they got the touch,
Now don't get me wrong,
I think you're alright,
But that won't last long,
In the middle of a fight,
That don't impress me much.
I never knew a guy,
Who carried a Beedrill in his pocket,
And a Metapod up his sleeve,
Just in case,
And all those extra proteins,
For your Scyther oughta do it,
Cause heaven forbid,
It should fall on it's face.
Ooh-wooh you think you're special?
Ooh-wooh you think you're something else?
Ok, so you got a Venamoth,
That don't impress me much,
So they've got the look,
But have they got the touch,
Now don't get me wrong,
I think you're alright,
But that won't last long,
In the middle of a fight,
That don't impress me much.
You're one of those guys,
Who trains his Goldeen,
Make sure you shine,
Shine up it's ball,
Before you let it get in,
I can't believe you kiss,
Your Kingler goodnight.
Now come on baby,
You must be joking right?
Ooh-wooh you think you're special?
Ohh-wooh you think you're something else?
So you've got a Seadra,
That don't impress me much,
So they've got the stats,
But have they got the touch,
Now don't get me wrong,
I think you're alright,
But that won't last long,
In the middle of a fight,
That don't impress me much.
Ok,
So what you think you're the league champion or something?
Whatever,
That don't impress me much!